Authors notes: Hello people! Sorry it's taken me so long to update. To put it simply food poisoning is not fun. In fact it's completely miserable. I couldn't even get off of the sofa for a few days. -_-' But, I finally got well enough to get on my laptop and finished typing this. I hope you guys like the story! And thank you to all you lovely people who reviewed. You guys really do make me smile when I don't feel like writing, or just feel bad in general. ^-^ Also, forgive any grammar or spelling errors you might see. I edited it, but tiny things do evade my attention every now and again.
Chapter warnings:Minor, almost nonexistent violence. Not much else. Oro invading peoples personal space, but that's just the way he is. lol.
The first day Kabuto started his classes was what most would refer to as a complete and utter nightmare. The teachers were uncaring and even robotic to an extent, so much so they could probably have put a hyperactive child on speed to sleep. The demonic brats the teachers told him were his 'classmates' had leapt forth at the opportunity to antagonize and all around torture the new student, which included everything from jokes about his appearance, to aiming projectile pieces of paper in his general direction. What would have stood out to most, though, was the simple fact that not a single teacher or higher administrator had even made an attempt to stop the disruptive behavior. One of the teacher had even had the audacity to laugh at the hideously cruel jokes.
The one thing that perplexed the student, though, was the silver haired boys reaction to all the taunting. There wasn't one. No matter they did, no matter how loud they yelled, and no matter how cruel the words they threw his way were, he simply sit still and pretend that nothing at all was happening around him that should warrant his attention.
As far as the quiet teen was concerned, the ignorant fools could drop off the face of the planet and float forever in the void of space. As long as nothing actually touched him, he couldn't care less for their actions and words.
It was fifth period when Kabuto had walked into the gym. Physical education was a required subject, and Kabuto wasn't all together pleased about the current situation.
They were supposed to play dodge-ball today. The silver haired teen had always regarded the 'game' as nothing more than a barbaric sport designed to cure the human races cravings for violence. It had no benefit to it whatsoever. All it lead to were bloodied faces, and throbbing bruises.
Unfortunately for the unenthusiastic teen, he was quickly placed on a team, given a very used looking rubber ball, and told to throw like the wind. He simply let out a sigh, and played along half heatedly, spending more time dodging than throwing. By the time half the class was up he had yet to hit a single person, and had yet to get hit himself.
This situation was changed dramatically, though, when two of the boys on the other team had developed a not entirely intelligent idea. While Kabuto was concentrating on dodging a rather violently thrown ball of rubber, another boy showed up, almost from nowhere, and aimed right for the boys glasses. Not being in a good position to dodge, Kabuto was hit square in the face. The impact sent him to the floor, landing with a heavy thud. His glasses, now cracked, flew a few feet away, bouncing off the concrete floor of the gymnasium two or three times, before the broken object finally came to a halt a good five feet away.
The two boys on the other team, happy with their success, stood laughing, giving each other high fives. When they finally looked back in the direction of the silver haired teen, though, they were both shocked still. He had sat up by now, and had somehow managed to get his broken, and twisted glasses back. That wasn't what was sending shivers down these boys spines. Kabuto had the most twisted, look they had ever seen. They could swear his eyes were practically glowing red with sadistic fury, and the wry grin on his face was terrifying enough to rival that of the devil himself.
The calm, serene Kabuto of a few minutes ago was long gone. The gym teacher was stunned at the accuracy and speed that the previously very average boy was able to conger up. He was able to hit one of the boys so hard it fractured his arm. At that point the gym teacher had told every one to stop playing, and sent the injured boy to the nurse. By the time the teacher had come to talk to the silver haired teen, he was back to his normal, calm self, and simply told the teacher that he hadn't meant to hurt anyone that badly.
The event did have it's good points, though. Kabuto had been allowed to skip half of his next class to retrieve a new pair of glasses, and when he finally did get to the next class fewer students were willing to taunt him. Word got around fast. Most students were more terrified of him than anything else by the time they got word of the incident in the gym. They made the intelligent choice to leave the boy alone, and steer away from imminent harm.
Kabuto had simply smirked and let out a chuckle at this. Let them be terrified. Things were always much more fun that way.
The silver haired teen smiled to himself as he walked down the hallway to his next class. He had more than one reason to be joyous about his upcoming class. The first, and most obvious, being that it was the last period of the day. The second reason, though, would really only make sense to Kabuto himself. It was Orochimaru's class.
He knew for a fact that this class would probably prove to be very interesting.
When the silver haired teen finally stepped foot into the class room he was slightly surprised at the sheer order of the scene in front of him. Every other class he had attended had been utter chaos before the bell rang, and most of them after as well. This room, and the occupants of it, could be related to a military platoon with the way they were presenting themselves.
It would probably be the understatement of the century to say that Orochimaru was strict with his students.
A pair of golden eyes flickered to the door, landing on an all too familiar teenager. A sinister grin spread across the mans' pale face, and he gestured towards the only remaining desk, in the very front of the room,"So sorry Kabuto-kun, but we don't have any available lab partners for you to pair up with. You will have to work by yourself for the time being."
Kabuto nodded a simple reply, before taking a seat in the front desk. He didn't mind in the least that he would be working alone. In all actuality it was a blessing to him. Having to deal with others simply slowed him down. He also didn't mind having to sit at the very front of the room. It really did help with his eyesight problems, and he couldn't help but to enjoy the closeness to his golden eyed teachers' desk.
When the bell finally rang, signaling the start of class, Orochimaru locked the door, and walked to the front of the room. "Class, today we have a new student. I expect you all to treat him as you would anyone else, is that clear," the raven haired man said, in a sweet tone, laced with a venomous threat. The manner in which he managed to sound friendly and threatening at the same time, was truly a gift.
The class simply nodded with a unified,"Yes sir." The thoughts of a tightly controlled military were the only things to pop into Kabutos' head as he observed the way the other students and Orochimaru communicated. It truly was a bizarrely fascinating sight.
As the class went on, the silver haired teen grew steadily more and more consumed with boredom. He already knew the entire lesson. Dark eyes starred unseeingly through glasses at the front board. A hand absently wrote random facts being thrown onto the chalk board in a notebook, the other hand fiddling with a lose strand of silver hair.
As the boys mind started to wander he couldn't help but to notice the sheer gracefulness with which his teacher moved. Pale hands flowing across the board in a fluid movement. Not only was the man graceful, but he wasn't bad looking. Long, silky black hair cascading down his back like a midnight waterfall. Brilliant golden eyes, shining bright enough to put the sun to shame. A sharp, flawless face, graced with a wide grin. The man was beautiful...
Kabuto nearly jumped when he realized what had just flown threw his mind. What in the world was he thinking? There was no way he could possibly develop a liking to a man, much less his teacher!
Even so...
Soon enough, the bell rang loudly, signaling freedom for the students and residents of the complex. Students quickly gathered their things, before rushing out of the classroom, laughing and chatting away with friends as they met up in the hallways. Kabuto had taken his time closing his notebook and placing his things in his backpack, resulting in him being the last to remain in the room.
The silver haired teen let out a small gasp as an icy cold hand was placed on his shoulder, just touching skin where the collar of his shirt had sagged. A chilling chuckle could be heard behind him as a silky smooth voice said in almost a whisper,"I apologize. I hadn't meant to frighten you." The amusement was plain in the pale mans' voice, and another, slightly hidden chuckle rang out.
Kabuto turned to face his teacher, and was slightly surprised to find Orochimarus' face only about an inch and a half away from his own. Only slightly. After the experience he had had with the man the previous day, he got the impression that this man had no sense of personal space. He shouldn't worry about it in the least. It was simple coincidence that his heart seemed to speed up just the tiniest bit.
Remaining as calm as ever on the outside, Kabuto replied simply,"No need to apologize. Was there something you wanted?" The golden eyed man didn't move any further from him, but still answered,"Well, I was curious as to how your first day went. I am essentially the leader of this facility, after all. It is my job to make sure the inhabitants here are comfortable." Cool breath hit the teens face face, dancing along his lips, and sending a chill down his spine.
Orochimaru finally moved away, standing about a foot or so from the silver haired boy in front of him. A wide smirk worked its' way across his face as he added on,"I also heard the most interesting rumor. Something about a silver haired boy, a newer student, fracturing another classmates' arm in gym class."
The same chill ran up Kabutos' spine as golden eyes pierced his soul. It was frightening, the way this man seemed to look directly through him. Almost as if the pale man in front of him could see everything about him with a glance.
Kabuto did his best to stare right back at him, meeting his challenge evenly. Deep, dark black eyes met brilliant golden ones in a form of challenge, each trying to figure out the true strength of the other. This lasted for a minute or so before they both smiled. The two remained in silence, communicating without words.
Finally breaking the silence, Orochimaru asked calmly,"So, would you care to tell me the details of this interesting little gym story?"